Reborn In the Apocalypse: My Hotel Has Unlimited Supplies

"Special Admission, Rank 1." That was the title on the golden invitation I threw into the trash three months ago. Back then, I was the Crime Lord of Oakhaven. I had money, territory, and an ego that touched the sky. Why would a King lower himself to attend a school? I was arrogant. I was foolish. And I paid the price. It took less than an hour for a single knight to turn my criminal empire into a graveyard. He didn't just defeat me; he ignored me. I was an ant beneath the boot of a god. Broken and desperate, I used my last asset: a golden letter granting me entry to Zenith Imperial Academy as "Special Admission Rank 1." It’s a lie. I’m not a prodigy. I’m a fraud with no foundation, surrounded by the strongest heirs in the Empire who want to see me bleed. I can’t cast their spells. I can’t hold their weapons. But I can steal their lives. My Authority is [Usurper]. While they study theory, I steal reflexes. While they practice honor, I copy trauma. I am not here to learn. I am here to hunt. My targets are the "Four Calamities"—four women who hold powers strong enough to rewrite reality. They think I’m their peer. They don’t know I’m the parasite waiting to hollow them out. I’m going to make them mine. Discord: https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

{MATURE. DARK ROMANCE, MAFIA, YOU KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT IN MAFIA! BLOOD, GORE, ASSUALT. THE ROMANCE ISN'T DARK BUT THE THEME IS DARK. BE WARNED!} His hand pressed flat against the door before I could pull it open, and the warmth of him at my back made every nerve in my body go completely still. "You are the mother of my child and you belong to me," he murmured against my ear, his voice so quiet that made me shiver, "and every breath you take on this island exists because I allow it." His hand moved from the door to my jaw, tilting my face up toward his with a gentleness that made me gulp. "So tell me, my beautiful wife — where exactly do you think you're going?" I had no answer and a knowing smile pulled on his lips. *** Elsie Miller’s simple life unravels the moment she discovers she is pregnant with no memory of how it happened. In a small town where reputation is worth more than truth, her parents choose to erase the scandal the only way they know how—by selling her to a man old enough to be her grandfather to settle a crushing debt she never knew they had. She had accepted her fate and was ready to endure the wedding, but before the vows could be spoken, the church doors burst open and Salvatore Vitale—the most feared Mafia Lord in the underworld, known only as The Saint—strode in, put a bullet in her groom’s head without breaking his stride, and told the priest to continue the ceremony. Then his dark eyes found hers across the blood-soaked aisle, and he spoke the words that rewrote her entire future. "I’ve been searching for you. Mother of my child." Taken to Salvatore’s private island, Elsie is thrust into a brutal empire built on blood oaths and ruthless power. To his enemies, The Saint is a whispered legend. To his empire, he is untouchable. But to Elsie, he is the stranger tied to a night she cannot remember, the father of her unborn child, and the dangerously possessive man who has claimed her as his own. Surrounded by those who see her as unworthy and a discarded fiancée who will stop at nothing to reclaim what she believes is rightfully hers, Elsie quickly learns that mercy does not exist in Salvatore’s world. Power is law, loyalty is enforced, and weakness is hunted without hesitation. force marriage Possessive mmc Captivity Pregnancy

Xander was hailed as The Swordmaster on earth. When it came to blades, he held no equal. It didn't mater what category or how experienced his opponent was. He was just better, and none could deny it. Yet all it took was a bullet to end his life. All that hard work, all that talent. All of it gone because of an idiot with a gun. So Xander was naturally indignant against the reality of it. What was the point, then? What was the purpose of achieving such mastery if his life could be snuffed out so easily? His final thoughts were filled with resentment and regret. And so he closed his eyes. Only to reopen them again. But not in a hospital. But in an entirely new world, filled with magic and mages. Xander thought that in a place like this, his dream of making swordplay relevant would be possible. But he was dismayed to learn that not only had the body he transmigrated to been incredibly weak and untalented, but the act of swordfighting was heavily looked down upon. Made obsolete by mages who chanted powerful spells and unleashed them from a distance Yet on the verge of losing hope, he discovered something. This world, it's understanding of swordfighting wasn't just rudimentary. It was PATHETIC! Elite knights only knew how to swing harder and faster! There was no technique! No order! Offended, Xander made to use a blade. Even if the path was dead, he would not allow something so sacred to him be insulted so thoroughly. However, in the throes of his swordplay, he made a discovery, one that would shake the very foundations of the world as everyone knew it. Swordfighting wasn't obsolete. No, it was simply unexplored! And Xander, with his adequate knowledge on how to wield a blade realized... "The usage of swords with proper technique, is a form of magic in itself." And so begins the story of a man who decided to turn the entire world of magic on its head, with a Blade.

After dying in his old world, a Lord of the Mysteries fanatic awakens in Pritz Harbor 2 years before Klein Moretti opens his eyes in Tingen. He is now Lucian Vale, sole heir to a wealthy, powerful, and corrupt coastal family. Branded as a Blessed by the High-Dimensional Overseer, granted a dangerous boon, and hunted by the vultures circling his estate, Lucian realizes that wealth and caution alone will not keep him alive. To survive, he chooses the Abyss pathway and becomes a beyonder. In the years before the gray fog rises, Lucian forges House Vale into a dominant beyonder faction, his name spreading beyond the harbor as a rising terror in the beyonder world. Yet, long before the final apocalypse can unravel the world, a crimson light ripples above the gray fog, and a remarkably rational Devil takes his seat at an ancient bronze table. ‎ ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── ‎ Alger: 'A Devil... personally accepted by Mr. Fool. I dare not question "His" arrangements, but my survival instincts are screaming. What terrifying plan is “He” preparing? Could "He" be planning to use him against the Seven Churches? No... thou shalt not test God. I must observe carefully.' Audrey: 'His emotional colors are perfectly controlled, like any proper Loen gentleman. Yet my Spectator vision catches the suffocating pressure beneath his gentlemanly calm. It feels so dangerous! To walk such a dark path while keeping his manners... Mr. Devil must carry a very complicated burden. No, no, you must not pry too deeply, Audrey!' Klein: ‘A wealthy member with stable Beyonder channels should have been good news... No, that sounds too shallow. This is clearly to strengthen the Tarot Club’s foundation and improve its long-term development. But why did my new “reliable channel” have to be a literal Devil? Why couldn't he have Miss Justice's bright, pleasant personality? ‘...Wait, no. A cheerful, innocent-acting person happily performing bloody, sacrificial Devil rituals is actually infinitely more terrifying. I take it back! I’m still just a broke Nighthawk trying to afford decent meals. Why does every step toward making The Fool look more impressive also make me feel closer to dying young?' ‎ ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── ‎ https://abyssalscholar.com/ 2 chapters/week ~3000 words/chapter

Once, He Renxiao was a force to be reckoned with—a formidable general and the unrivaled cultivator within his sect, his strength challenged only by one: his revered Shixiong, Mo Shuyi. Ruled by duty, ambition, and unwavering loyalty, He Renxiao believed his path would end in glory. But not all stories could end in a happy way.. In an act of ultimate betrayal, Mo Shuyi mercilessly shattered He Renxiao’s cultivation core, leaving the male weak and helpless. Mo Shuyi didn’t stop with Renxiao alone, however. Their Shizun was taken captive, and He Renxiao himself became a prisoner—a mere pawn used by Mo Shuyi.. In the end, Mo Shuyi ended He Renxiao's life, but He Renxiao managed to kill him too.. But death failed to silence He Renxiao. It was funny, really. Against all odds, his spirit surged once more, this time awakening within a strange construct: the Isekai System named Yin Chen. He came back, inhabiting his younger self’s body, carrying the heavy weight of all he once lost—and the memories of betrayal that haunt his every thought. Before He Renxiao can gather his bearings, fate sweeps him up again. He is assigned on a long-term mission with his mutt Shixiong, kitty Shizun, and asshole half-brother. They are exposed to many complications and people who threaten to expose their secrets, placing their lives and honor on the line. In this crucible of trials, He Renxiao is forced to confront his past. Each encounter tests his resolve, compelling him to grow beyond the limits of his old self. With every challenge, He Renxiao sharpens his insight as he's determined to break the cycle of tragedy that consumed him. He will adapt, forge new bonds, and seize every chance to divert the disaster that awaits. Against the looming shadows of betrayal, He Renxiao is resolved to reclaim his destiny and expose those who threaten all he once cherished. This time, he refuses to fall. (THIS NOVEL IS CURRENTLY UNDER REVISION BECAUSE THE AUTHOR IS SLOW AND DECIDED LAST MINUTE THIS IS NOT THE DIRECTION HE WANTED HIS NOVEL TO GO IN)

Revenge is, by all means, one of the most guaranteed things to happen when a warlord with dragon blood in his veins and ether at his side is betrayed, poisoned, and reduced not to death but to decades of obliterating pain as his ether channels burn from his very soul. Only one remained. One channel, thin and fragile around his heart, survived long enough for him to endure, to wait, to plan, to manipulate, and, eventually, to return to the world with one clear purpose: to burn down the nation of the traitor who thought he had erased him for good. But then came a fortune teller at a street stall. And with the fortune teller came a dare Arik accepted for fun, a spread of cards drawn with no real expectation beyond momentary amusement. Instead, he found something far more dangerous than revenge waiting for him. His mate. A story of rebirth, revenge, enemies-to-allies-to-lovers, political ruin, ether, and the deeply unfortunate reality that the one person tied to Arik’s fate may be the very last person he should ever want. — Warnings, disclaimers, cries for help… call them whatever you want. This is the third book set in the same universe, but it can be read on its own. The world will be fully presented, so nobody needs to do homework before stepping into the chaos. For anyone curious, the first two books are: Bound by the Mark of Lies Shadow Unit Scandal: The Commander’s Omega This universe is ABO dragged directly into etherpunk, political fantasy, violence, bad coping mechanisms, and my ongoing inability to let powerful people make emotionally healthy decisions. There will be violence. There will be gore. There will be smut. There will also be vengeance, terrible restraint, worse impulses, emotional damage, and at least one man reacting to fate like it personally insulted his bloodline. Good luck.

For the last ten years, Zack Riley– the delinquent, school bully– had been mercilessly teasing Anna Reece– the sweet, nerdy girl everyone liked. But one day that all changed… Due to jealous possession, Zack confessed the feeling he had been hiding since they were children. Can this misled boy work through his own psychological trauma and be boyfriend material? Can Anna work through her trust issues and look past her past with deceitful boys, to accept Zack’s feelings? Yes, and yes, in fact, these two unexpected characters, manage to build a bond stronger that most bonds. They share a connection so deep, some might say that it is fate.

A mature CEO of a successful clothing company develops a crush on his new secretary, a girl more than twenty years younger than him. After carefully navigating his feelings and the professional boundaries between him and his secretary, he discovers that the crush is not as one way as he initially thought. Can a secret crush that turns into a passionate affair develop more? Could these two people, despite the difference in their age and social position, create a lasting, loving relationship? I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

Toshiro Hamada, a 28-year-old data entry clerk whose life was aggressively average, dies in the most absurd overkill imaginable, three trucks. He awakens in the body of Natsu Dragneel, Fire Dragon Slayer of Fairy Tail, with shattered memories of the series and a terrifying new passenger: the Primal Dragon, an ancient entity whose awakening has ignited a countdown to dragonification. The only way to slow his transformation is through magical bonding, mates who anchor his humanity. But his first encounter with Lucy Heartfilia is not romance; it is compulsion, the Primal Domain overriding both their wills. Now Toshiro/Natsu must navigate a impossible path: manipulate the women he needs without losing himself, exploit his fragmentary knowledge of future catastrophes, and race against a clock only he can hear. The line between performance and genuine feeling blurs. The dragon waits. And Fairy Tail may never be the same. [Disclaimer: Fairy Tail and all associated characters, settings, and intellectual property belong to Hiro Mashima, Kodansha, and their respective owners. This is a work of fan fiction written for entertainment purposes only. No profit is made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, dark themes, psychological drama, and morally ambiguous situations. Reader discretion is advised. Some content may be triggering for some audiences. The story will be a harem. I don't want to hear complains about this later on. FUCK OFF!!]